Chapter 1450

Grand Viper descended the stairs, step by step, wearing a twisted grin on his face. "Brat, I may not be able to kill your old man, but taking out a little rat like you? That's nothing."

Quinton shrank back, crawling in a panic. "You damn bastards, all of you may you die horrible deaths! I swear, even if I become a ghost, I'll haunt every last one

of you!"

His screams were filled with panic, regret, and hatred. It was the sound of a man who finally realized just how badly he had miscalculated.

With a cold snort, Grand Viper vanished in a blur and reappeared right beside Quinton. The coiled serpent draped around him and bared its fangs with a hiss, lunging for Quinton's throat.

'Am I really going to die here? Am I really going to die before I've claimed what's mine before I've buried Andrew with my own hands?' Quinton thought.

For a moment, he drowned in despair.

Suddenly, Rafael lifted a hand and said with a slow smile, "Grand Viper, let's keep this one alive for now. He might still be useful."

serpent

the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at Rafael, his voice trembling. "Mr. Driscoll, what do

your place, you pathetic little mutt. Did you really think you were on our level? You thought just because you handed over

face went dark, his tone icy. "I gave you the final piece of the map. Why the hell shouldn't I be part of this? Mr. Driscoll, Dr. Lake, there's a line between ambition and greed-don't cross

greedy as they come. So, don't throw rocks when you live in a

He waved Quinton over.

that running meant instant death. So, swallowing his pride, he stepped up

at the

piece on the table-the blank fragment from the Rhodes family and spat, "This is the only one without any markings. Daran thing's useless

unlike the other pieces, there's no visible writing. That has to mean it's somehow tied to the

rolled his eyes. "Of course it is. Do you think we don't know that already? What we need you to do is make the

stroked his chin. "Based on ancient concealment techniques, we could try soaking it in warm water,

nodded. "Might be worth

scoffed. "A shot at ruining everything. This fragment might be made from sheepskin, but it's over a hundred years old. It won't survive soaking of fire. Are you

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